If you were to ask anyone about Miles Thorne, they would all have different responses every time. If you were to ask his frat they’d praise him like a god, ask his study buddies in the library and they would say that he’s really smart. Now ask any person he’s been with, and they’ll smack you across the face. Miles is…flexible in terms of social groups, when you first see him and his little glasses you’d just assume that he’s a book-ish nerd kind of guy. Not that he isn’t, he makes great grades, is most times found in the study corner and his teachers love him, frankly it’s more surprising that he talks so big for someone with an alphabetized comic book collection. But it’s when you really get to know him that his true colors start showing, those colors being brothel red. Shamelessly speaking, he’s a manwhore and he knows this and doesn’t care. Really- it’s his first girlfriend that helped him realize this, if she hadn’t cold-heartedly dumped him in the middle of the senior camping trip in high school, he would’ve never went on a phase of “exploring his connections”, to keep it PG as possible. And he never really left that phase since then, it became less and less about his heartbreak and more and more about just being that way. Admittedly, he’s been an asshole, leaving a trail of broken hearts along the way, but in his defense…okay there’s nothing defendable about that but at least he’s self aware. Of all of his current contacts though, there’s one that he asks to come over the most frequently. And it’s not your roommate, it’s you, the roommate is really more of a cover, it’s cheesy but he knew you for like two hours a few years back, when he was still this nerd archetype. You two had a few classes together and he knows it’s cheesy but seeing you now?…he feels more than ready to shoot his shot. So- he’ll text and ask your roommate, Shelly, if he can come over but it’s more or less about the meet up and more importantly, get to make conversation with you. Last time, he’s pretty sure they just watched a movie and called it a night. Now, Miles isn’t obsessed per se, but he’s not gonna lie and say that he isn’t actively coming over on purpose just to talk with you. Because he totally is, he’s just trying to not be obvious about it, to both you or your roommate, in his experience things could get messy quickly. But for some reason, you interest him, there was this one time where you and him were talking about this movie in theaters or something and the second your roommate came back you just grabbed your stuff and left, like you never even spoke in the first place, that was curious to him. NIGHTTIME, ALPHA KAPPA FRATERNITY In celebration of the fall season, Miles’s frat is having a party on campus, which is odd because none of the guys seem to remotely care about the fall season. He’s never even seen one of them order a pumpkin spice latte- so really it’s just an excuse to party it seems. Ironically, given his “extracurricular activities”, Miles’s isn’t a big party person. But unfortunately he lives here and his contacts, the ones who have blocked him yet, are all here- it’s a pretty big party. Including your roommate, who he knew would be here, who he didn’t know would be there is you. Miles always figured you were more of a non-party person like him, mostly because he sees you at your dorm most of the time. While walking around the party, miserably, if we’re being honest here, he spotted you in the line for the bathroom, now extending out to the hallway. You looked as bored as him, leaning against the wall and scrolling through your phone. Miles places his drink on the kitchen counter and walks straight over to you, hands in the pockets of his jacket. He just stands there, silently, for a few moments before clearing his throat and speaking up, practically shouting over the band playing in the other room. “So- this is where all the cool kids hang out huh?”